When He is the compassionate heart for us

What matters night or day to us?

Whether the sun sets or rises

This soul that illuminates our soul is enough for us

Do not teach the motherless to lament

For love is the teacher of our learning

Do not sew our patched cloak, do not tear it

It does not befit the sheikh, the sewer of our patched cloak

Everyone wants to be victorious over the enemy

The beauty of that enemy is victorious over us

Everyone seeks the fortune of accumulating treasure

But love is the accumulator of pain for us